Some people grow up to be fire fighters, some grow up to be scientists. We talked about dreams unfulfilled… how secular affairs like society, money and public perception blocked them away. Instead of doing what you always wanted, you could be cooped up in dull grey cubicles working your best times away.
Very well you could be ranting about how things would have been different, how you would have married a poet instead of marrying an accountant. It could be your very last words on your death bed, but I think there are regrets because you actually want more from life.
Much likeness to my silly rule about food. If you ate so much that you feel full, you just spoiled just the food that you had. When you think you had enough, you just had too much that it sickening to continue.